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Sharing the Love . . .

Ria just passed a Versatile Blogger award my way, and I ‘m glad she did because ever since she posted this recipe I have found myself wandering around the grocery store in search of something . . . something . . . something I couldn’t find. I have been leaving the store, day after day, wanting. Finally, I said to my husband, “I want something more than creamy, rich cheese and Pinot Noir and salted peanuts in the shell . . . . No, it’s not eggnog! . . . it’s a recipe I read on a blog.” Yay!

Thank you Ria – I love your comments, and I can’t believe you are only 23 or 24!

As for 15 more blogs to share – I am putting together a site of all of my favorite blogs (there are a lot more than 15 which is why it is taking me so long), but until then here are 15 more blogs I like:

Today, while at physical therapy, I thought about this blogger and all of the young moms whose blogs I have been reading. The PT employees forgot about me and left me in a room with a heating pad and shoulder massage thingy for at least 30 minutes. I would have killed for that when all three of my kids were under five (to be forgotten in a room in a horizontal position without my children). Today, I just felt like I should let someone know I was there.

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21 thoughts on “Sharing the Love . . .”

Whoa, you are moving far and fast! I feel like a snail, just worrying that I haven’t done a post in several days – a week, even. I am moving so slow – could it be the chardonnay? Probably. family from out of town this weekend, ok. OK.

Hey! Thanks, friend! I’m pleased as punch you like my blog. Right back at ya. And I snorted a little about that sentiment – you would’ve killed for a little personal time with young kiddos, now you just want someone to know that you’re there. I love the perspective.

Funny thing, my youngest (our 18 year old son) can’t sleep (he called tonight at 5:00 p.m. when he woke up, so he CAN sleep). My husband is worried about this; he suggested all sorts of remedies: reading, studying, melatonin, how to alter sleep patterns . . . aka how to be a man. Given my life thus far, I think our youngest might be our most evolved child.

I am glad you enjoyed the post:) Did you try baking them yet? I have been baking a lot lately for some reason and they seem to be getting sweeter and sweeter… Not good, not good *Shakes head* I would be glad to send some your way! ;)

I refuse to thank you for sending me off to the recipe for the cookies though! Those looked to good not to make and I have now added the ingredients to my shopping list, woe is me all good intentions out the window in favor of Butterscotch.

Thank you for the mention! That’s hilarious about your youngest son. I remember my only problem with sleep at 18 was that other people (parents, boss) wanted me up before noon. I hope you enjoyed your down time at PT.

This is what I mentioned to my husband. As soon as he has to get up (when he visits us in our one bedroom cottage along with his brother and sister during the holidays), his sleep patterns will change! Sadly, the way things have been going for us (see If Your Dog Isn’t in Band. . . ), we’ll be the ones with the new sleep patterns.

Worrywart, I see us one day becoming wildly drunk on our own laughter as we sit together in a room without children watching video clips of animals doing human things. I couldn’t get much better than that. Well, I guess I should just speak for myself.

Hey thank you so much for the mention! I secretly hope for a back spasm so that I have a valid reason to go to the chiropractor and have some alone time with that electrode machine thingy.
I am sort of new to this blogging world…do I pass this along to 15 people, or just bask in the unabashed glow of a fellow-blogger mention?

Hm. It’s difficult to explain. It basically means that I’m dying inside. The only way I can explain this is in noises ahahah :> It isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Like, you can die from happiness. It’s a silly concept, really :<